listening to: stereolab – brigitte
Verdict on this song playing on repeat in iTunes: guilty.
Man. So I think I got completely p0wned yesterday in conducting seminar.
We’re playing Don Juan for our next concert in symphony (which is an excerpt that will NEVER GO AWAY if you’re a string player. It is so…freaking hard. That’s what she said), which we begin rehearsals for next Monday. And we were instructed to bring our parts into conducting seminar yesterday, so that all conductors could practice starting it (since it is kind of an equivalent conductor opening move to Beethoven 5…). So we did this for the first ten minutes of seminar, and played generally no more than about four measures. And then we moved on.
But then at break, I was standing talking to Rebecca and Forrest about natural food and live active cultures in yogurt (yeah, awesome. But seriously. High fructos corn syrup. The stuff is bad news. And live active cultures are good and leave good bacteria in your intestines, which is fairly important thing! Okay, canning the healthy preaching B.S.), when Schleicher walks into the rehearsal room, walks to our stand and picks up a Don Juan part, comes over to ME SPECIFICALLY and says “Don Juan. Let’s hear it.”
I can’t remember my response. It must have been something like [insert worst poker face in the world here] “Uh…um…al…right…uh…okay.”
So I grabbed my cello from its case, idiotically and mindlessly grabbed the wrong bow, looked to my peers and also saw they had some pretty intense “wtf” expressions on their faces, and went to play Don Juan in front of my conductor while everybody else was standing around the rehearsal room talking.
So I played. The ENTIRE first page and a half. Which I had most certainly not looked at or played since we had auditions on Don Juan in August. And it’s not like I’ve really been practicing a whole lot this week because of opera. But good for me for not whining or making up excuses. I have come a long way from the excuse-making-up teenager I used to be. Schleicher gave me general comments and said something like “it’s coming along” and I sort of kind of wanted to die.
Actually, this entire experience was pretty hilarious. I’ve been needing something to keep me on my toes, and that was totally the thing. Playing the impossibly difficult Don Juan for a conductor I sort of hero-worship. Yep.
Other positive outcomes include feedback from a real conductor. And also terrorizing other string-players. Hee hee hee.
Yeah. This is going to sound a little weird but…….I think I want to conduct next year in conducting seminar. Maybe I’m crazy.
After opera last night, I went to a co-shindig, involving Catherine’s end of grad school auditions and Joe’s 24th birthday. Highlights included people smearing carrot cake on Joe’s face, people saying they would pay Ed to jump off the balcony, and the greatest Kinderman story, EVER.
It was a good time. I’m suddenly being social. It’s weird. I think I need to be right now, though. It’s refreshing and different and kind of taking my mind off of a lot of this stupid friend shit I’ve been wading through, recently. Hmm.
Another opera tonight. I feel a lot more capable now than I did three nights ago.